When the grieving ends

We grieve when we have lost a love or friend
Then grieve because the grieving is now less
We feel the death more when the grieving ends

The rawness of the grief,love seems to lend
As we weep and moan, we love caress
We grieve when we have lost our sweetest friends

My body tense, my heart shrinks to defend
The once good home now is a cruel mess
We feel the death more when first grieving ends

My shoulders hunch, my body can’t pretend
But wishes still to weep, his love I miss
We grieve when we have lost a long known friend

The second grief, illusions’ haunting pends
Can I taste his lips when we can”t kiss
We feel the death more when first grieving ends

Oh, that death were something I could kick
Instead of bringing sorrow to me sick
We grieve when we have lost a spouse or friend
Then hate the empty feeling when grief ends.

Funny

Since leaving home she has qualified as a Barbárian.

Buy barbs wire or words here

My photo copyright

After leaving the University she has never used her knowledge of Norse Mythology and Bohr’s physics

Except to intimidate men who asked her out for dinnerm

She spent years trying to understand Wittgenstein before realising she would have done better proving he was not understandable in language.

Is that conceivable?

I am in uncertain

Katherine